Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 276

Madame Cavanaugh stared at the microphone in her hand, then looked down at the massive dual speakers strapped to Vivienne's waist. The emotion in her eyes was unreadable.

Did the Ravenshire family know exactly what she was about to do and deliberately send a child to shut her down?

Vivienne instantly read the old woman's hesitation. She spun around, pointing straight at Lara, who was currently enjoying the show. "Grandma Cavanaugh, I'm just following Cousin Lara's orders! We agreed on this game earlier today, didn't we, Cousin Lara?"

Lara froze, completely blindsided by the sudden callout. Her mouth twitched. "I mean... I mentioned it, but it doesn't have to happen this exact second."

Feigning politeness, Lara turned toward the stage. "Grandma Cavanaugh, whatever you have to say is clearly more important. We can always play our game later."

Vivienne immediately cranked the megaphone to maximum volume. "What do you mean 'later'?! Where are your principles, Lara? First come, first served! This isn't about whether it matters, it's about holding onto your basic moral principles!"

*SCREECH—*

Another horrific wave of audio feedback echoed through the hall.

"..." Lara felt her soul leave her body.

*Principles?! Bad manners?! You're the psycho standing in the middle of a black-tie gala screaming into a megaphone, and you're lecturing me about manners?!*

Vivienne marched right up onto the stage, flashing Madame Cavanaugh a radiant, picture-perfect smile. "Just give it a few minutes, Grandma. Once the game is over, you can talk about whatever you want!"

Madame Cavanaugh looked toward Caspian. *Did the Ravenshire family really think a childish distraction was enough to stop her? How pathetic.*

She shifted her gaze back, studying Vivienne's face for a long, silent moment before gracefully stepping down from the stage.

She had recognized the girl the second she walked in. It was the same girl Julian had dragged out into the gardens earlier.

"Mother." Caelan hurriedly stood up to help her.

"What kind of game are we playing? Tell us!"

Vivienne grinned. "It's a Princess Selection game."

*Princess Selection?*

The crowd's excitement instantly flatlined. That sounded incredibly childish.

Right on cue, Marissa led dozens of maids into the hall, pushing massive glass carts overflowing with freshly cut roses from the estate's gardens.

Vivienne raised the megaphone. "In a moment, every 'Knight' in this room will be handed a single rose. Over the course of the next three dances, you must give your rose to the 'Princess' of your choice. Whoever collects the most roses by the end of the third dance will be crowned the Princess of the banquet."

"The winning Princess will be granted one absolute command to use on any Knight in the room. Remember, the Princess's authority is absolute. No resistance allowed! Even though it's just a game, we expect everyone to show a little competitive spirit!"